Shreddy Headdy

Girl, you gotta learn, when it's a burn, when it's the last dying turn- so dag-nab-it- it's gotta earn. So let the coins turn, and a dime red-out the purrin,' proposing a churnin,' as I say 'loins churpin!' As the logs of the hall stay turned-in, like a bomb cab-in! In the woods where babies have their own kin, works as kindlein' to keep a light in the fires of the wind, my babies stay dyin' 'cause 'what-is' is to let-win, even if the moon shines so shiny primm, it shines in- one could see cartoon vision as they sin.